Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil In A Suit: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Third POVCassiel stood in the dimly lit corridor, his hands still smeared with Valerian’s blood. Axel approached him, wiping sweat from his brow, his muscles tense and alert.Cassiel handed him a brown envelope. “Prepare everything. We’re leaving. This penthouse was just a temporary spot.”Axel gave a single nod, taking the envelope without question. “Got it. What about the bodies?”Cassiel glanced back at the carnage, his face devoid of emotion. “Clean it up. Leave no trace. I’ll take care of Valerian.”Axel didn’t hesitate, immediately moving to clear the bloodstains from the floor. Cassiel dragged Valerian’s barely conscious body across the room, his movements precise and methodical. Valerian groaned, trying to form words, but Cassiel didn’t give him the chance.He shoved Valerian into the car’s back seat, binding his hands with zip ties and securing his legs. Cassiel’s movements were cold and efficient, devoid of hesitation.Axel reappeared at the do

Third POVThe room was dimly lit, with shadows flickering against the ornate walls as the three men sat in their usual formation. The centered man, tall and imposing even while seated, leaned back, his gloved fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. To his left sat a shorter, broader figure, his hood pulled low, concealing most of his face, while the man on the right appeared more slender, his posture rigid and alert.Silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint hum of the ventilation system. The centered man finally spoke, his voice low and commanding.“We’ve lost another asset,” he stated, his tone void of emotion.The shorter man grunted. “Another one? Are we still talking about Alexander or someone else?”The slender man to the right nodded. “The confirmation just came in. Valerian’s people couldn’t reach him in time. By the time they stormed the penthouse, it was over.”The centered man’s fingers stopped tapping. “Cause of death?”The slende

Third POVRenata sat in the dimly lit underground bar, smoke curling from her lips as she took a long drag from her cigarette. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, the kind of place where secrets and sins coexisted. She leaned back against the worn leather couch, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded as she watched the room through the haze.A slow, sultry jazz tune played from the dusty speakers, vibrating through the floor. Renata’s eyes were glazed, a smirk playing on her lips as she exhaled, letting the smoke swirl around her like a dark halo. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but that was the point—she didn’t want to think tonight.A shadow fell over her, and she glanced up, eyes narrowing. A woman stood before her, barely clothed, with a wicked smile and eyes that promised distraction. Renata didn’t bother hiding her once-over, gaze trailing from the woman’s messy blonde hair to her fishnet-clad legs.“You look lonely,” the woman purred, sliding onto

Third POVCassiel’s mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. The soft rustle of leaves from the open window mixed with the faint ticking of the wall clock. Julian stretched on the couch, one hand resting over his eyes, trying to fight off the lingering sleepiness.A gentle knock at the door made him sit up. Before he could respond, the door creaked open, and a young maid with striking white hair stepped inside, carefully balancing a silver tray with a teapot and a plate of cookies. She moved with practiced grace, her steps almost soundless as she approached the small table in the corner.Julian watched her curiously, a faint smile pulling at his lips as he noticed her glancing at him every few seconds. She placed the tray down, her hands trembling slightly, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.“You know,” Julian started, his tone playful, “if you keep checking me out like that, I might think you’re in love with me.”Her face flushed a deep red, and she imm

Third POV“I’m sure,” Iris replied, glancing at the door to make sure no one was listening. “I overheard Cassiel. They’re launching a surprise attack on the council. Everyone will be focused on that.”Renata’s laughter was low and satisfied. “Perfect. You just keep doing what you’re doing. Make sure no one else decides to stick around. We can’t have any unexpected heroes getting in the way.”“I’ll handle it,” Iris promised. “But are you sure about this? If it goes wrong…”“It won’t,” Renata cut in sharply. “Cassiel will be too occupied, and by the time he realizes what’s happened, it’ll be too late. Stick to the plan, Iris. You’ve done well so far. Don’t lose your nerve now.”“Yes, Renata,” Iris whispered, trying to push down the knot of anxiety in her stomach.The call ended, and Iris took a moment to steady her breathing. She couldn’t afford to let her fear show. After all, she’d worked too hard to secure her position within Cassiel’s mansion. This was her